caresses cold as ice
glances even colder
but fury on the inside
that strongly glows and smolders
every breath comes out hot
everything touched frosts
all these words will turn to ghosts
be atmospherically lost
anger is a powerful thing
when does it turn to hate?
is there such a difference,
or does either one make fate?
how can one be so cryptic
but so obvious as well?
shall you freeze me with your eyes...
or burn me with your words?
only time will tell.